Rising fkunone: Shake these shackles, now. I crumble another layer from over my skin. Make way, for I walk, I lumber, I almost stumble forward into this foray of life.
I shout across this land, the cliffs tremble in the echoes. I throw asunder the trees. The earth cracks before me, engulfing, overpowering, the crust has no rights to itself.
Gnashing my teeth, I smash my fists to the rockfaces that try to bury me as they fall. They pelt me lightly, an annoyance at best.
Walk with me awhile, and find that I can't leave what's been given.
I rise beneath my own strength. I shoulder this weight easily. I'm anchored beside, yet sail along.
